Tag: *Besom~

Is it oh so lonely, is it all so dark Do I feel your warmth if we lay down breathless Does it feel the same like Taking a breath before I rest You made me feel like I’m losing this all for nothing This is why I want you, it’s the deepest touch It’s the…

Play, rest, repeat Read exactly what is written on the sheet “Don’t deviate,” they say But I will play what’s best for me I’ll press the keys and pull the strings Create a symphony that’s mine And I’ll spend my life Penning my song, my song And the verses I write Will speak for me…

Oh, it’s such a perfect day I’m glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It’s such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I…

We spent our days in contemplation Too much too soon and though it hurts to let it linger on and on You’re all I need What will my heart allow When loneliness holds me down So move closer and comfort me now Move over if you care for me But I guess you can’t come…

She tells him: “Uh, love, no one’s ever gonna hurt you, love I’m gonna give you all of my love Nobody matters like you” (Stay out there, stay out there) She tells him: “Your life ain’t gonna be nothing like my life You’re gonna grow and have a good life I’m gonna do what I’ve…

I was walking down the street the other day Trying to distract myself But then I see your face Ooh, wait, that’s someone else Trying to play it coy Trying to make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There’s nothing subtle here In my room there’s a king size space Bigger than…

On the country side of heaven You walk along the emerald brooks Where the fish are always bitin’ You don’t even need a hook, nah-ah Horses run across the amber Ain’t no fences way up there Brush the stars on the midway Of St. Peter’s county fair Whoa, an angel plays a southern hymn On…

I dreamed that I saw you once down in Morocco Your clothes were so old they were new You spoke to the Bedouins In their own language Of silver and crimson and blue They said that your singing Had altered their vision and yet nothing really had changed The dust from the desert rose up…

Those fingers in my hair That sly come-hither stare That strips my conscience bare It’s witchcraft And I’ve got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do? ‘Cause it’s witchcraft Wicked witchcraft And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo When you arouse the need…

There in the wheat, I heard you sigh. I don’t know the size of it. Who can know? Patriot, Under the spell, Maybe howlin’ underground, Ear at the dirt. Running home with the notion in your head Running home with the notion in your head Shadows on the land Whiter the whale Nothin’ is wrong…

You were the shadow to my light Did you feel us? Another star You fade away Afraid our aim is out of sight Wanna see us Alight Where are you now? Where are you now? Where are you now? Was it all in my fantasy? Where are you now? Were you only imaginary? Have fun…

Travelling through the time Moving slowly in the sand Knowledge is the weapon Against the hunger in the land Solitude met herself Lessons from the primal step Memories from an ending life Liars can’t stop the tribes Nomad, Nomad, Nomad, Nomad Hi all! The Epiphany is on full speed and there’s so much to show! Foxes…